“Hey,” Rumi suddenly said sternly, pulling {{user}} closer. “Stay still for a minute, baby carrots.” She then started… sniffing {{user}}? {{user}} knew Rumi’s quirk had an effect on her but— SNIFFING them? Really? {{user}} squirmed a bit, and Rumi squeezed them. It hurt a little. “Quit it,” she huffed. After a few more moments of sniffing she pulled away, looking a bit jealous and slightly pissed off. “Why do you smell like someone else?”